And Love Is A Word Used Too

Sex Can Sometimes Become The Most Horrible Of Tasks.

Wherever The Crowd Goes Run In The Other Direction. They're Always Wrong.

We Drove On And On, Past Little Villages And Both Good Things And Bad Things Were Happening To The People In Those Villages Too, But I Still Was Nothing But Arms And Ears And Eyes And Maybe There'd Be Either Some Good Luck For Me Or More Death Tomorrow.

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

I Am Ashamed To Be A Member Of The Human Race But I Don't Want To Add Any More To That Shame, I Want To Scrape A Little Of It Off.